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My womb tightened to an intolerable level;
my muscles stiffened, feeling like they were on the verge of
cramping even as pleasure continued to shoot in tiny torrents
through me. This was the same pleasure/pain combo that Jayson
brought me to yesterday.

I fidgeted beneath him. I needed something
more, but didn’t know what. Everything felt good, but it fell
short.

“
What do you need?” I was
amazed at how attuned he was to me already.

“
I don’t know.” I bit my
bottom lip, frustration getting the best of me.

“
Hold on, sweetie.” He
moved both hands under and around my arms. He grabbed my shoulders.
“Let go of your breasts.”

The moment I let go of myself, my pleasure
began to dull. It felt like I was falling backwards instead of
forwards.

He pressed his body completely against mine.
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Trust me.”

I gazed at him. “Always.”

The air was knocked out of me when he began
frantically pounding into my pussy. His cock hit sensitive places
within me that had pleasure rocking my core; his flesh against my
flesh, slithering over me as he quickly pumped in and out of me
made it feel like he was all over me, filling me inside as he
swallowed me outside. His hands wrapped tightly around my
shoulders, creating a wall that sent me bouncing back into his
every thrust.

This new position caressed my body in
different ways; it sent me flying straight to the edge. It had me
holding onto him for dear life as his skilled moves overwhelmed my
body with pleasure, even as it clung tightly to a pressure-built
pain. My body clamped down in anticipation.

Abruptly, he changed position, hammering
into me at a new angle that pushed me over the edge. Fireworks
burst before my eyes as my body shuddered with wave after wave of
erotic pleasure. Liquid heat surged in my pussy as warmth spread
through my veins.

My heart thundered loudly in my chest; my
pulse doubled, echoing in my head. My pussy contracted around his
cock, my womb fluttered as an army of sensations shattered me.
Ripples of pleasure knocked through every layer of me as my soul
soared. In the distance I heard female cries, but didn’t attach
them to myself. Through my pleasure-filled fog, I felt a sting of
pain that disappeared almost as soon as it made its presence
known.

I clung to him, riding out the exhilarating
swells of passion. Elation kissed every muscle, caressed every
nerve. I never knew it could be so good. I never knew love could
make me feel like this.

I heard him groan against me as his hot seed
painted my cervix. His pace slowed substantially as he grunted with
exaggerated thrusts. Goose bumps broke out over my flesh as an
intimate pleasure sent shivers through me. I’d always imagined
seeing someone at the height of pleasure, with all theirs walls
crumbled on the ground around them, was the most personal, the most
intimate moment to witness. It was the greatest part of themselves
they could share with you.

My body tingled as the pleasure began to
dissipate; bliss lingered in its place. My heart nearly split with
love for Jayson.

He breathed heavily against my shoulder; his
arms held his weight off of me again. He pressed a tender kiss to
my flesh before he faced me.

I frowned as a brute throb shot from the
spot.

“
Sorry, sweetie. It’s the
one and only time.” He kissed my forehead. “Unless you want more
love bites…” He wagged his brows.

“
No!” I smacked at his
chest.

He laughed. “That’s what I thought.”

“
Do you want a love bite?”
I cocked a brow, challenging him.

“
Hell yes.” I knew my eyes
widened when he tilted his head to the side. “Mark me,
baby.”

“
Um…”

He faced me again, meeting my gaze. “It’s
only fair, right? You’re marked, so why shouldn’t I be?”

I tried to hold back a smile, but couldn’t.
“Okay.”

God, how could I love someone so much? How
could my entire family no longer matter to me as long as I had him?
How did my entire existence shift to revolve around him?

He was everything I could have wanted,
everything I needed. Nature did know what she was doing.

I called upon my wolf. She was lying just
beneath my surface. She was shy and timid though after years of
neglect, years of captivity. Perhaps that was what I regretted the
most. I’d chosen food over the single most precious gift God had
given me: my wolf. It was a blessing to be a werewolf. Not every
one received this special bond with the beautiful animal. Not every
one had the talent to communicate with wolves like us. I discarded
that talent for food, an ungrateful, selfish move on my part.

I hoped she would be brave enough to breech
the surface again.

Jayson watched me closely. “Down the road,
our wolves will have play dates.”

I nodded in agreement. I didn’t have to tell
him; somehow he just knew what we both needed. He didn’t judge, but
he didn’t let me cower in the corner either.

“
Let her look at
me.”

I focused on him, allowing my human visual
to fizzle away, blurring as if I was concentrating too hard on one
object, so she could gaze into the eyes of her mate.

“
Bite me,” he ordered, his
tone shook with authority, claiming his place as her
alpha.

—

Chapter Eighteen

JAYSON

I tilted my head, waiting patiently for
Laina’s timid wolf to stake her claim on me. It was the first step
in empowering her animal. A werewolf is two persons with one shared
spirit, a single soul. We’re the combination of nature’s majesty
with God’s divinity. Because God gave divinity over animals to man,
our wolves are typically slightly weaker.

Knowing where Laina
started, I could only imagine her wolf’s state. Regardless, I
wasn’t abandoning either of them. I saw their potential. I loved
them for who they were
and
all they could be, regardless of whether or not
they evolved.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as
Laina’s teeth grew and her eyes glowed the familiar honey.
Hesitantly she stretched towards me. I held still, careful not to
spook her.

My wolf roused, rumbling with excitement at
his mate’s presence.

Laina ran her teeth along my shoulder before
she stopped at the junction of my neck and shoulder.

“
Bite me,” I repeated the
order, reassuring her.

A wave of pleasure rather than pain surged
through me as her teeth pierced me, marking me down through the
cartilage, ensuring it would be a permanent scar for all to see
that I was hers.

I moved quickly before her wolf retreated. I
framed her face with my hands, gazing directly at her. “Good girl.”
I smiled wide, releasing her.

She leaned in and licked my cheek before she
pulled back, disappearing again.

As Laina fully emerged again, her eyes
sparkled with a light I’d yet to see. She openly stared at me. She
cupped my face. She kissed my lips, softly, reverently. “Thank
you.”

I rolled onto my side and hugged her to me.
“We’re in this together.”

God, I’d never meant something so much, felt
anything so deeply. I couldn’t walk away even if I wanted to. She
was such an amazing woman, an amazing were. She wasn’t perfect, but
she was perfect for me.

We brought out the best in each other. The
same way that she worshipped the harsh cuts and angles of my body,
I adored the luscious swells and curves of hers. The same way that
I tried her patience, she tested my control. The same way that I
pushed her to face the truth, she forced me to face my own.

The mind could be tricked, the heart could
be fooled, but ones soul never fell victim to any pawns or schemes.
It was why our bonds were so overpowering. Two lives, two
connections lied within that soul to mate with. It was twice as
potent, twice as powerful an experience.

What I experienced was a feeling embedded
deep within me, a magnetism I couldn’t repel. It went beyond lust,
beyond want, to an intimate spiritual craving. And it was the
twining of our souls in combination with the physical marking by
both persons that solidified our union, our lifelong bond with
Laina. It was a bond that would extend beyond our human life. It
was an eternal promise, a forever commitment, one that I would
cherish all my years.

She was worth cherishing forever, and,
thankfully, she was beginning to realize what I already knew.

Tomorrow, I would deal with the pack.
Tomorrow, I would assert my alpha authority and demand respect for
my mate. Tomorrow, I would fight for her.

But today, I would simply be with her.
Today, I would cherish what I had with her before the world
intruded.

She snuggled into me, pressing a kiss to my
chest; it was a kiss I felt straight to my soul.

I hugged her tighter. “I love you.”

“
Where did my demanding
alpha go?” she teased.

“
To buy some new chains
without any give,” I quipped.

“
I love you
too.”

I chuckled, feeling happy and fulfilled.

—

*****

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CONTROLLED
LONGINGS
Christin Lovell

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CONTROLLED LONGINGS

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CONTROLLED LONGINGS

Bryan grew up in a strict,
religious family. Sex before marriage was frowned upon. But then
again, the rest of his family wasn’t a werewolf.
Michelle had been with Bryan for
fourteen months, yet he hadn’t so much as hugged her plus size
frame. Where is the line of respect drawn?
When Michelle threatens to walk away,
Bryan must decide whether to follow his instincts and claim his
mate or to remain true to a religion that isn’t always relative to
the supernatural.

—

Controlled Longings

Chapter One

BRYAN

I watched as she pushed the food around on
her plate. She’d taken one bite and stopped. She was physically
present, but her mind was a million miles away. Her chocolate brown
eyes stared through the plate into a dark abyss of thoughts and
idea.

“
What’s wrong,
sweetie?”

My words seemed to snap her out of it. Her
head popped up; her eyes widened as she looked at me before her
face fell, her features pinching with confusion and hurt.

I dropped my fork and captured her hand.
“What’s wrong?” Fear knotted my stomach, sending my wolf into an
uncontrollable fury. He threw himself against me, wanting to break
free.

She looked apprehensive, her brows dipping
inwards; her eyes were full of worry as she nibbled her bottom lip.
She finally dropped the pretense and set her fork down. She sat
back in her chair, averting her gaze to her lap.

“
Chel, talk to me.” I heard
the plea in my own voice. It sounded desperate, made me
pathetic.

I couldn’t help it though. I’d feared losing
her every day for the past fourteen months. She was human; I was a
werewolf. We were barely in the same species category, let alone
compatible with interests and beliefs beyond that.

It’d been hell not claiming her. I had to
deny my wolf, my body, my soul every single second I was with her.
She was so delectable, always dressed impeccably. Tonight, she wore
blue skinny jeans that caused my hands to tingle when she walked
by. What I wouldn’t do to squeeze her ass. A cream colored, silk,
button-up long-sleeved shirt with a thin black belt around her
upper waist highlighted her smaller midsection, the perfect place
to pull her into my arms at. Her jeans were tucked into grey ankle
boots with just the right amount of heel.

Her skin was creamy, silky to the touch,
much like her shirt. Her curves ignited a longing inside me that
damn near brought me to my knees. The way her hips swerved outwards
away from her rounded stomach was nothing short of praiseworthy.
The way her thighs gracefully hugged each other never ceased to
make my mouth water. What I wouldn’t give to separate them,
peppering their insides with kisses all the way up to her sweet
pussy. Her luscious curves combined with her gorgeous lips, deep
brown eyes, soft brown hair falling just past her shoulders, I was
lucky I could still walk. My cock was constantly hard as a rock. I
was surprised it hadn’t literally cracked in half yet.